Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1093

Chapter 1093: 657 Chapter 1093: 657 “My goodness, so many Fallen Angels, all with four wings, eh, two with six wings, where did these Fallen Angels come from?” Shamara exclaimed in surprise, and Luna’s apparition also emerged, looking towards the Void in shock.

Angels are creations of the Gods of Light, and Fallen Angels are a mutation of Angels, all products of the Master Plane.

Now that Ange had unified the Master Plane, and even the deep abyss was connected together through the world’s relay stations, there was simply no room for so many Fallen Angels to exist, where did they spring from?

“Where did these Fallen Angels come from? The Star Burst Plane? The consciousness of the God of Light was once banished to the Star Burst Plane, could there be hidden planes there?” Negriss speculated.

The Star Burst Plane lacked a world relay station, theoretically making it very difficult to connect all the abysses, it’s reasonable to think that three or five abysses hiding and quietly developing, such as the headquarters of the Church of Light in the Star Burst Plane, which Anthony had never found.

Of course, it’s mainly because Anthony never took the Church of Light there seriously as an opponent, he never bothered to search for it.

However, Anthony acknowledged the existence of hidden abysses, but he didn’t believe that these Fallen Angels came from the Star Burst Plane: “This is the Door of Heaven, if their Door of Heaven could connect from the Star Burst Plane to here, that would be terrifying.”

Negriss thought about it too, they also had a Door of Heaven, which could be deployed into the plane from Heaven’s Fortress.

If the opposing Door of Heaven could connect two worlds, then the energy level of that door would be so high as to drive them to despair, they’d rather hope that they came from somewhere else.

“The Chaos Plane?!” Negriss and Anthony looked at each other and simultaneously said.

If not from the Star Burst Plane, then the convenient and quick place that could send large amounts here must be the Chaos Plane.

“Uh, no, my lords, don’t we need to summon someone for help?” Shamara, hearing them discuss this seemingly unrelated topic, couldn’t help but interject.

“Oh, yes, summoning, Ange, have you summoned anyone?” Negriss suddenly asked.

Ange nodded.

With a whoosh, from the direction of the Serpent of Misfortune, Sinat with a few Snake Mages of Misfortune flew over, asking urgently, “My lord, what has happened? Where did these black Birdmen come from?”

“No idea, do you know?” Negriss responded with a puzzled counter-question.

“I don’t know either, what’s been happening recently? We’ve lived in this Void for tens of thousands of years, always quiet and without incident, but now first comes Nightmare Saya, and then these black Birdmen, is this Void about to descend into chaos?” Sinat asked worriedly.

Negriss thought for a moment and said, “You aren’t wrong to think that way, not just this Void, all Voids might descend into chaos, prepare yourselves mentally.”

Sinat said troubledly, “It seems unnecessary, such changes are tantamount to doomsday for us, we can’t change anything with our power, whether or not we prepare mentally doesn’t make a difference, it only causes more panic, we might as well not know until the moment it happens, at least the panic won’t last too long then.”

“That’s also true, it wouldn’t change anything, you are people of the Serpent of Misfortune, even wanting to hold onto a thicker thigh for support isn’t possible, but don’t worry, Little Snake has recently clung to the thickest thigh, from now on we’ll cover it, and it’ll cover you.” Negriss reassured.

However, this reassurance didn’t have a great effect, as Sinat looked at its slight frame, his face grew more worried.

While they were talking, one of the six-winged Dark Angels suddenly approached them from across the way.

“What’s the situation? Are they sending someone over for a duel?” Negriss wondered aloud.

“It doesn’t seem like it, with so many subordinates, only a fool would choose a one-on-one fight,” Anthony said.

As everyone speculated about the Dark Angel’s intentions, a voice came from afar: “Chaos Holy Spirit Legion, Supreme Holy Spirit Alba, requests to see Nightmare Saya.”

Everyone glanced at each other, Anthony’s eyes lit up, “She mistook us for Nightmare Saya?”

Negriss quickly responded, “It’s possible. Nightmare Saya being scared away happened just recently. They might not know, and we took Saya’s shell…”

Anthony rubbed his hands together in excitement, “If it’s a fight, I can’t contribute much, but if she has mistaken us, then I can really make a play.”

At this, Anthony turned to Ange and asked, “My Lord, is it possible for ‘Nightmare Saya’ to make an appearance again?”

Ange scratched his head, thought for a moment, and nodded, “Ten minutes.”

Anthony acknowledged and immediately took off flying up to meet them, shouting loudly, “My Lord Nightmare Saya is currently seizing the body of the Serpent of Misfortune. Lady Alba, what is it that you wish to discuss, may I relay any message?”

Alba’s expression visibly shook, shocked as she looked towards the Serpent of Misfortune behind the shell. Their two enormous forms were now close together, a jump from the shell would land on the body of the Serpent of Misfortune.

Originally, it was thought that Nightmare Saya and the Serpent of Misfortune had perished together, but unexpectedly, one had seized the body of the other. Oh God, the Serpent of Misfortune is a renowned Ancient God, and now it’s under the eerie Nightmare Saya’s control, does that mean Nightmare Saya now possesses the power of the Serpent of Misfortune?

This was a new development. Alba quickly said, “Wait a moment,” and then she backed away.

As Alba withdrew, she and another six-winged Dark Angel whispered together, and then the other Dark Angel returned to the Door of Heaven.

Anthony observed for a while and started reporting, “It seems like they’re completely out of touch with the situation here, sending someone back to report. Can’t they communicate directly via thoughts? Is it because the distance they were sent from is very far? Whose weapons are they? Is Drosa around? Ask him.”

Ange picked up Drosa and then picked up Wuga, speaking directly to Wuga: “Wuga.”

“Wuga gaga,” Wuga responded, bouncing onto Ange’s back.

Drosa was still confused. He had just been sleeping inside the Temple of Rest and was suddenly picked up. He hadn’t figured out what was happening yet and was just about to ask someone when the space around Ange twisted.

It was as if a stone had been thrown into Ange’s location, causing ripples to spread out. After the ripples passed, Ange was still Ange, but Wuga had disappeared.

No, Ange wasn’t the same as before; now, he transformed into a strand of hair, slowly extending upward.

Drosa, in disbelief, rubbed his eyes and looked towards Anthony and Negriss beside him, hesitantly asking, “Did you see that? Am I seeing things?”

“You’re not seeing things,” Anthony urgently said, “My Lord, go to the body of the Serpent of Misfortune and create the illusion that Saya is emerging from within the snake.”

The extending strand of hair upon hearing this retracted, and then Ange, with only half his hair transformed, slinked towards the Serpent of Misfortune.

Once the six-winged Dark Angel completed the report and returned, Alba flew over again. Before she could say anything, a long strand of hair emerged from the ear of the Serpent of Misfortune. A face on its tip expressionlessly watched Alba.

Alba quickly raised her voice and said, “Respected Nightmare Saya, my Lord Dark Wing invites you to join in an assault on the Material Plane. That plane hosts billions of intelligent beings, about a dozen powerful Gods. All fear will be yours when the time comes, with a consciousness split seventy-thirty, and gods shared half and half.”